This is a song about "At the end"

Like a flick i'm sittin' in knowin' that i die at the end

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

So drop the slam and lets get sick

You'll end up at the clinic,

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

At the end of day we all have or had mothers

One parent above, the other live scared

Now look at you vicious to the end.

You can do it unintentionally- but at the end of the day it is on you!

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

From the day that i met her until the nurse at the very end.

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

At the end many tanks to emcees who voted carlcee's raps

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

But at the end of the day, #i #browse on fire

Africana, black as ghana, be my attire